Author's Notes: Okay… I didn't write this about Draco, but as I was typing
it... I didn't see how it could be about anyone else. Yes, so it's my wild
imagination and the insane amount of fanfic I'm reading lately. But it
could be about Draco, give me that much. It's an explanation, eh? I know
this is short, very, very short. But I've been looking for an excuse to
join FF.net for quite awhile now, and, well, excuse. If you like this
(despite the complete and utter shortness and the fact that I have my
tenses ALL messed up), please review... if you do I have a strong feeling
I'll be writing more fanfic-- alright, actual fanfic as opposed to "Well...
it sort of works..." fic. And if I wrote something else it'd be longer,
surely. I'm a long-winded person. It's just that late at night when I can't
even begin to sleep I write these little things. So, yeah, let's not get
longer than the actual fic here, eh? Review and I'll love you forever.
Flame if you'd like, I don't mind. Please?
When I woke up that morning, I smiled.
I smiled through my fresh tears, faintly reminding me of nightmares and dreams tied so closely together I could not tell one from the other.
I do not know why, but I smiled all day. It was a severe disappointment.
Someone I trusted completely once told me it would help. And when I needed it, when my vision blurred and my mind raced and my heart felt empty but painfully heavy...
My trust in her meant nothing. No amount of faith could make it work. So I went back to my silent scowl.
Now it'd be a lie to say I didn't remember it. I remembered it vividly. The day I smiled. It was so absurd that I couldn't forget it.
And then, sometimes... I remember that she was right, after all. And I wished I had known her better, when I still had the chance to know her. I suppose I had been too wrapped up in myself.
It certainly isn't her I get that from.
When I woke up that morning, I smiled.
I smiled through my fresh tears, faintly reminding me of nightmares and dreams tied so closely together I could not tell one from the other.
I do not know why, but I smiled all day. It was a severe disappointment.
Someone I trusted completely once told me it would help. And when I needed it, when my vision blurred and my mind raced and my heart felt empty but painfully heavy...
My trust in her meant nothing. No amount of faith could make it work. So I went back to my silent scowl.
Now it'd be a lie to say I didn't remember it. I remembered it vividly. The day I smiled. It was so absurd that I couldn't forget it.
And then, sometimes... I remember that she was right, after all. And I wished I had known her better, when I still had the chance to know her. I suppose I had been too wrapped up in myself.
It certainly isn't her I get that from.